To buy Postpartum Herbal Bath Blends: You can purchase my handcrafted blend HERE! Hey sister! I'm so excited to be talking about Postpartum Herbal Baths on the blog! My Postpartum Herbal Baths are officially launched on my website and being offered! I make these in very small batches, so the quantities in stock are limited, but pre-ordering is always an option if I happen to be out of stock! I really enjoyed the benefits of a Postpartum Herbal Bath after the birth of Badrick! About four days postpartum, my sweet hubby got my herbs steeping in a giant stock pot, ran me a beautiful bath, lit a candle and got both Badrick and I settled into our bath while checking on us periodically. The time we spent in that bath soaking are some of my fondest postpartum moments. Badrick blissfully laid in my arms nursing and napping. I laid there blissfully reminiscing on our wonderful home water birth and the four days that had already passed since we welcomed this new little so...
Ancient Map for Modern Birth By Pam England “When your childbearing year becomes a heart journey, you will not just be birthing your child; all along the way you will be birthing a new self.” While you may not be handed a physical map, the journey through preconception, conception, pregnancy, birth and postpartum is a journey in itself, that without a “map” can be very tedious to journey through. Instead of wading through murky waters and trudging through the thick, uncharted forests of your own personal journey, equip yourself with a map of knowledge that will clear your paths and give you guidance. As a maiden, you will be beginning the separation of maiden into mother. An old version of you must die away to birth the new version of you. And, you will do this again and again for each and every baby that you so choose to bring forth. “You can study another’s map or show someone yours, but remember: no two landscapes of labor are the same.” As I read through chapter two and...
Grief is a weird thing. One minute you’re getting ready for bed and the next you’re taking a drink out of your water bottle you keep in the bathroom when the smell of leather smacks your nostrils. You’re instantly transported back into your grandparents’ living room as a young girl. Saddles sitting on saddle racks, bridles laying on top of their bags, the smell of leather soap filling the air and the sound of the oldies radio station adorning the speakers. Your grandpa is sitting to the right of you, silver brush in one hand, silver polish in the other. “A little more elbow grease, bird legs.” As you scrub in a circular motion all of the silver pieces adorning your prized show saddle. “That’s it! Just like that!” Grief is a weird thing. You realize it's been 7 years since your grandpa passed away and you never really grieved him because just 6 months prior, your husband passed away. So the random smell of leather or the random Buckskin Association coffee mug you ...
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